Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liliput. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.